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l©f)o ©ica on tfic i^t ^cpt. i8i9. 
PRONOUNCED IN CHARLESTON, 

ON THE 13th SEPTEMBER, 
BY APPOINTMENT 

Of the Officers of the Seventh Brigade, 

AND PUBLISHED AT THEIR REQUEST, 

By WILLIAM CRAETS, Jun. 

BRIGADE MAJOR. 



CHARLESTON: 

Re-printed by A. E. Miller. 

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t* The whiteness of his soul ; and thus men o'er him wept.? 

ijrREAT and good men belong to their 
country. Born for the blessing of man- 
kind — they illustrate duty and maintain 
right — guide us in the path of usefulness 
and honor — animate us to labour — defend 
us in peril, and grace us in prosperity. — 
They form brilliant spots in history, on 
which the eye reposes with delight. They 
constitute the golden chain, along which the 
etherial fires of genius and glory pass from 
age to age, enlightening and purifying earth. 

When they disappear, their memory stands^ 
in the place of their presence — although 
cold they still are luminous — and, having 
gladdened us, like the sun in the meridian, 
they yield, from the night of the grave, the 



chaste pensive and consoling splendour of 
the stars. 

What do we not owe to them ? To the 
Legislators and Sages, the Soldiers and 
Philanthropists, the Scholars and Divines, 
who have elevated and adorned our nature 
and exhibited, by precept and example, the 
redeeming influence of piety and virtue. — 
Is there a Scholar, since his day, that is not 
indebted to Cicero, whose mighty mind 
was made the Ark of Eloquence and Litera- 
ture, in which they might survive the deluge 
of the dark ages, and be preserved for 
posterity ? Is there a Soldier who does 
not love the shade of Leonidas, with which 
he communed in infancy, and in manhood 
hopes to emulate? Is there a Statesman 
who cannot find a model in Solon and Lt- 
cuRGUs — a Patriot, whom Socrates and 
Cato have not taught to suffer for his coun- 
try ; or an humble follower of the Christian 
Cross, whose faith has not been excited and 
confirmed, in life and in death, by the ex- 
ample of " the glorious Company of the 
Apostles" and " the noble Axmy of Mai-- 
tvrs.'' 



Such are the examples of the mighty dead. 
The death even of the obscure, excites a 
melancholy interest ; — we are chilled and 
sorrowful as we behold the earth close over 
the mortal relics of those whom we knew 
not, and to whom the grave may have been a 
welcome refuge from toil and misery. 

What do we not suffer when the inmate 
of our bosom, a friend or a relative, falls 
into the tomb ? What ought we not to feel, 
when he whom we all knew and loved — 
estimable alike for private and public virtue, 
— our model and delight — is torn from his 
disconsolate relatives, his weeping friends, 
and his afflicted country ? When a com- 
mon grief over-shadows our city, and the 
object of universal esteem becomes the theme 
of universal sorrow. 

Ah ! how little, my friends, are we subjects 
of envy, with all our princely domains and 
rich savannas — Death stands at the portals 
of our city, aiming his arrows alike, at those 
who enter, or who leave it. We live, indeed, 
in fear and tribulation. The hearse is familiar 
to us — and the mournful tones of the organ. 



mingling with the sepulchral dedication of 
" dust to dust," still vibrate in our ears. — 
The Stranger, far from his unconscious fami- 
ly and smiling home, finds a grave among 
us; and the fond eyes of his relatives are 
dim with gazing on the ocean that should 
yield him to their arms. Alas ! how many 
suns shall revolve — how many moons shall 
pass away and he shall not come to them. — 
Is it not afflicting my friends, that our city 
should be identified with the anguish of 
bereaved love — of sorrowing friendship, and 
of orphan infancy — deploring it as the grave 
of their hopes and affections? 

It is not the Stranger only, who demands 
our grief — Death, with cruel ambition, as- 
sails the summit of our hopes, and has slain 
our Commander in the heart of the citadel. 
He sleeps in his coifin — on the pillow of his 
laurels. — Keating Lewis Simons is at rest. 

The last melancholy and imperfect tribute 
now awaits his shade. Let us linger awhile 
at his grave, and pour forth our hearts in 
manly sorrow. His heart would have bled 
for any of his friends, and was open and 



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alive to all human natme. Let us praise 
him as he deserved, and 3^et modestly, lest 
we offend his noble spirit — for he passed 
over his own deserts as if he knew them not, 
while he loved to display and to appreciate 
the merits of others. 

In attempting to describe his character 
and our loss, what can f say that you have 
not anticipated ? What can I omit that you 
will not supply ? Where does his Eulogium 
commence, wh^re does it terminate ? 

If I pause to contemplate his domestic 
virtues, the first and latest charities of life, 
his clients draw me to the forum to witness 
his indefatigable zeal in behalf of Justice 
and of mankind. I cannot praise the strength 
and capacity of his natural talents — without 
being reminded of his unceasing toil and 
anxiety to improve them. While I would 
relate the charm of his society to his de- 
lighted friends and associates — the Soldier 
interrupts me with the narrative of his in* 
tripid spirit, the chivalric courtesy and dig* 
nified command. From the picture of his 
civil life, on which the citizen shall love to 
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linger — ^the Statesman hurries me to the 
Senate, and shews me the theatre of his 
splendid and patriotic efforts. Honor weeps 
at her afflicted altars — Religion confesses the 
benefit of his example and the purity of his 
heart, for every virtue loved to regard him. 
and saw itself reflected in his image. 

The name of Simons, [a) is with the 
people of Charleston, " clarum et venerabile 
nomen^^ — great in Science, great in Medi- 
cine, great in the Law, great in Divinity, 
and amiable in all the duties and charities 
of life. Our friend was destined to adorn 
it — to plant it deeper in the heart of our 
city— to multiply its fruit^^to expand its 
foliage, and to leave, in its ample shade, the 
shelter of his venerable father, and the gla4 
inheritance of his infant offspring. 

Keating Lewis Simons was bora and 
educated in South- Carolina, where, indeed, 
the whole of his days were spent. — We 
have the undivided honor of producing and 
rearing this finished specimen of a higti 
minded gentleman. He might have obtained 



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abroad better means of instruction, than 
our State at that time possessed; but his 
love of country could have gained nothing, 
nor could his heart have been made better. 
He might have been estranged from our cli- 
mate ; and, premature as is now the sad oc- 
casion of our tears, they might have fallen 
on a greener grave. It was his merit so to 
have improved his humble opportunities, 
that, although unaided by those artificial and 
scholastic methods, deemed so necessary in 
learning ; yet did he appear to have enjoyed 
them all. His mind was stored, and his 
imagination refreshed with the pictures of 
antiquity ; and when in the cause of liberty, 
and of his country, he invoked with ardent 
enthusiasm, the shade of the illustrious Ro- 
man — it seemed as if Cato, on earth, was 
addressing Cato in heaven. He must have 
studied, with youthful ardour, the lives and 
characters of those heroes, who taught the 
heathen world how to act and to suffer— ^the 
grace of patriotism, the beauty of disinter- 
estedness, and the holiness of virtue. 



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Alexander slept with Homer under his 
pillow, full of admiration of Achilles.— 
Thus must our friend have cherished Plu- 
tarch^ for he there saw in Epamiinondas, 
Phocion and Cicero, how intimately the 
spirit of eloquence — of virtuous liberty and 
immortal heroism, are allied with each other, 
and with the happines of mankind. 

Possibly we may trace some of the fea- 
tures of his character to the period of his 
birth — This was at the commencement of 
our arduous Revolution. His infant eye 
caught the nodding plume of the soldier of 
Liberty — he was caressed on the knees of 
the Victorious Patriot — the trumpet and the 
artillery were the music of his boyhood. 

His guide, in his professional studies, was 
a gentleman conspicuous in the war, and 
high in the counsels, and familiar with the 
history of our infant Republic. The son of 
Philip had not a better preceptor than Mr. 
Edward Rutledge. (6) In his society, and 
that of his illustrious brother, the mind of 
our friend grew up into the ripeness which 
it afterwards displayed; and his heart im- 



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bibed, with its other excellent sensibilities, 
a boundless and undying regard for his 
benefactor. 

Thus fitted with honor, learning and sen- 
sibility, Mr. Simons entered the forum, 
which he was destined to elevate, to grace 
and to purify — to fill with the sentiments of 
his lofty soul — to enrich with the treasures 
of his capacious mind, and decorate with the 
trophies of his honest triumphs. Are there 
any of his clients in this assembly? Wh}^ 
do I ask ? — I am surrounded by them- — of 
these I would inquire — Did they ever know 
a Lawyer more disinterested, more labori- 
ous, more devoted to their interests, and 
more worthy of their confidence ? Did he 
not defend the poor gratuitously ? Did he 
not embark his whole soul in the cause of 
the opprest ; and, with a zeal and industry 
that wore him out, and wore him down, 
did he not faithfully serve mankind ? — Alas ! 
how much more than this ? — far beyond the 
portrait of my feeble efforts. Is there a gen- 
tleman of the Bar, in this assembly, who 
had the happiness to be contemporary with 



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our distinguished friend ? — Was he not de- 
lighted with his society ? He was a Law- 
yer whom you could oppose without collis- 
ion — who brought into the contests of the 
forum a lofty courtesy, worthy of the 
immortal cause of Justice and of Virtue, and 
banished thence as far as he could — for 
his soul disdained and trampled on them — 
the cavilling, quibbling and chicanery, which 
the artful and designing w^eave out of their 
own bosoms, like spiders, and spread around 
them to entangle and destroy. Whatever 
of liberality of practice subsists at our bar, 
arose in a great measure, from his example. 
He respected forms so far as they were es- 
sential, or auxiliary to justice ; but never, 
otherwise, availed himself of them. He 
disclaimed those conquests, which were not 
obtained in fair and open combat, but re- 
sulted from stratagem. He shed upon de- 
bate all the learning which applied, and all 
the light of which it was susceptible. 

He loved the labours of his profession — 
his eye was bent on its loftiest eminence, 
and he toiled with noble ambition up it^^ 



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steep ascent. In no one department did he 
particularly excel. Familiar with them all, 
he was the common oracle of our commu- 
nity. It is said that men who aim at power 
endeavour to conciliate the young. What 
is stratagem in others was artless benevo- 
lence in him. He knew the weakness and 
despondency of unfledged youth; and cheer- 
ed it in its flight, and sustained it on his 
ample pinions. He encouraged the young 
orator to launch his fragile bark on the tu- 
multuous waves of the forum — gave him 
his parting blessing, and stood on the shore 
to welcome his return with smiles and con- 
gratulations. With an exquisite sensibility 
to the feelings of others, he never injured 
nor assailed them— no sarcasm ever escaped 
his lips, and no vain boasting stained his 
superiority. 

Is there a Judge in this assembly ? Will 
he not confirm and pronounce the justice of 
this eulogium? Does he not mourn with 
our afflicted State the bereavement which 
has striken from the Bench (just then with- 
in his reach) the learned, dignified and im^ 



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partial Judge — the friend the associate, and 
the worthy successor of Cheves. (c) The 
sorrows of the Bar have been aheady heard. 
Struck by an abler hand, they have been re- 
echoed from every bosom, and the forum is 
in tears. 

It was not to be expected that the com- 
prehensive mind and acquirements — the un- 
sullied purity and devoted patriotism of Mr. 
Simons, should escape the notice of his 
fellow-citizens in the selection of their law- 
makers. He filled, for many years, a seat 
in our Legislature with much usefulness and 
honor; and, if the period of his able ser- 
vices was ever interrupted, it grew out of 
those unhappy dissentions which agitate* 
more or less, every political community, and 
never affected the high sentiment of per- 
soTial reverence, which was universally felt 
towards him. He was popular in spite of 
his opinions ; these he was too maganimous 
to conceal — too conscientious not to avow, 
and too much convinced to abandon. He 
walked in a straight path, and saw nothing 
\)\ii God and his country. Fearless of dan- 



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;^er, regardless of odium — lie never stooped, 
nor turned, nor faidtered, although place 
and power stood at his side, ready to crown 
his aberrations. 

The period of his retirement from public 
life having expired (and which of you does 
not regret that it v/as so long ?) he was re- 
cently elected again to our Legislature, and 
became again one of its most distinguished 
members. He was now the Nestor of 
our councils. His long experience and com- 
manding character sanctioned his opinions 
and gave him an influence, which I know to 
have delighted him, because it increased his 
ability to serve his country. This was the 
object nearest to his heart 

Oh ! my country ! what hast thou not lost ? 

The glories of thine infancy pass rapidly 

away. The champions of thy cradle sleep 

on their laurelled beds, or linger, like setting 

stars on the horizon of life. And now the 

ornaments of thy manhood fade — thy lofty 

hopes wither in early disappointment — and 

thy labourers die in the vineyard, ere the 

harvest yet is ripe. May heaven bind up 
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thy wounds and compassionate, and spare 
thee ! 

The interest which we immediately felt 
in the deceased, arose from one more, and 
not an unimportant relation of life, which 
happily subsisted between us. 

In a Republic, w^here standing armies are 
dangerous, and in an unambitious Republic, 
like our own, where they are almost unne- 
cessary, the military art becomes a subject 
of general attention, and its duties fall upon 
the citizens at large. Each of us should, in 
his turn, lend his time and his talents to the 
assistance and perfection of this cheap, safe 
and natural defence. Every man, like Cin- 
ciNNATus, should deem the protection of his 
country a part of his profession. So thought 
the gallant deceased, and in the variety of 
his complicated duties — amid all his splen- 
did and laborious avocations, he found lei- 
sure to accept that command in the militia, 
his sad removal from which is the cause of 
this address. 

He was a warlike man. His tall and 
athletic form — his manly and erect counte- 



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nance — the rapid glance of his eye — the 
powerful compass of his voice, and his cool 
self-possession, fitted him for all the exterior 
of command. His intrepid and refined spi- 
rit — his enthusiasm— his dignity, and on a 
level with them all, his exact knowledge of 
military discipline, qualified 'him for all its 
dangers and its duties. We saw him only 
in peaceful scenes. It was not given to him 
to wet his sword in blood, nor to face 
the enemy in battle. But, let it be remem- 
bered, that war can only display what ha^ 
been acquired in peace.— Battles are not 
requisite to decide, and very often afford im- 
perfect criteria of military merit. Their 
flames and their artillery may test the nerves, 
but they seldom elucidate the capacity of a 
Soldier. Was Jackson less of a general 
before the battle of New-Qrleans, or Perry 
less of a hero before the conflict of Erie ? — 
It is but due to the deceased for us to 
st^te, what we have every reason to believe 
would have been the success, assured as we 
are .of the abilities oi Colonel Simons. We 
feejiev^ that the military part of l^is chara9- 



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ter, like a ricli and untried field, would have 
5'ielded an abundant harvest of renov* n to 
himself and his country. We believe that he 
would have fought his battles like Conde, 
and managed his campaigns like TuREN^■E. 
We believe that, among all the honorable 
distinctions which he coveted, it was not 
the least, that of being foremost in the ranks 
of his country, and exposing his life for her 
safety and honor. And we hoped, that he 
might have lived for all these achievements, 
if the Almighty should again visit us with the 
calamities of war. And now that all these 
hopes are torn dow^n and are prostrate, and 
earth beholds him no more, shall we not 
Celebrate the fallen hero with the funeral 
notes of war ? 

" Such honors Ilion to her hero paid 

" And peaceful slept the mig-hty Hector's shade." 

The duties of a Soldier, a Lawyer, or a 
Statesman are only occasional, but those of 
a Citizen are of daily occurrence and exer- 
cise. They are the common habiliments by 
which we are known and recognized; and, 
where did they appear so advantageously as 



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111 the demeanour of our deceased friend.*^ 
If temperance and self-denial — if firmness 
and integrity — if the love of man and rever- 
ence of the Almighty be the massy founda- 
tions of a good character — on these his re- 
putation rests immovably. If generosity, 
disinterestedness, courtesy, public spirit, and 
romantic honor, be the Corinthian orna- 
ments of this life, these were his living 
wreath, now, alas ! the withered garland on 
his grave. 

Individuals confided to his guardianship, 
their dearest interests, their happiness, and 
their honor ; and, in seasons of public dan- 
ger, the wise took counsel of him. When 
popular phrenzy seized the unthinking mul- 
titude, who, like he, could stay the agitat- 
ed waters, and spreading over them the 
tranquillity of his own bosom, restore Rea- 
son to her helm. Who, like he, could sooth 
and pacify the sensibilities of the young, 
incensed by erroneous conceptions and burn- 
ing for revenge. 

If it were only known, my friends, what 
disputes he has terminated — what personal 



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conflicts his wisdom and humanity prevent- 
ed : how many wives would bless him for 
their husbands — how many sisters for their 
brothers — how many mothers for their sons, 
saved from the snares of false honor, for life 
and eternity ? He who preserved the life of 
a Roman Citizen was rewarded with a civic 
crown, and the brightest trait in the cha- 
racter of the Emperor of Russia, is the so- 
licitude with which he sought, successfully, 
to restore the life of a peasant, who appa- 
rently was drowned. But actions, as useful 
and heroic as these, were frequently oc- 
currences in the life of SixMONs. He would 
have graced any throne upon earth — none 
of its sceptres could ennoble him. And when 
such a man falls and the shadows of the 
grave thicken around him — when such a 
renowned pillar tumbles from its base and 
lies in splendid fragments at our feet — while 
we weep over its ruins, let u$ examine its 
materia^. 

Had gold any thing to do with the beau- 
ful column of Simons' renown ? No ! my 
fri^jid§, this is jag trgphy of tb^ rich. Pid 



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it rest on the pride of ancestry ? No! it kad 
not so decayed a foundation. Was it a mo- 
mentary offering for a solitary achievement ? 
No! my friends, it grew by day and fey 
night, by the constant accretion of his vir- 
tues. It is a solid column, and will bear, 
(in the language of Junius) all th^ kurek 
that adorn it. 

If grief flows in a thousand chanifels 
through our city, and our whole community 
mourns his loss — what, think you, are the 
sorrows of the friends of Mr. Simons, who 
were close to his heart, and drank of that 
pure fountain of benevolence ? The friend- 
ship of a great man has been called a bless- 
ing of heaven. Is there a friend of Mr. 
Simons who did not so regard it? Is theue 
one who did not feel ameliorated in his 
society — honored by his countenance and 
charmed by the artless sweetness of his 
manners? He was, indeed, a friend. His 
tounsel — his sympathy — the best wishes of 
}iis heart — the proudest efforts of his elo- 
quence, were his gratuitous offerings at the 
3hrinc of Friendship. He thew himself. 



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magnanimously, out of view, when he con- 
templated the necessities of those he loved. 
He lifted his arm — he bared his bosom — 
he exposed his life in their defence — " non 
tile pro caris amicis nee p atria timidusperire.'^'' 
His affections were warm as the vital stream 
of his heart — coldness belongs only to the 
grave ! He is cold now ! Alas ! he is in 
the silent tomb. The green sod is on him ! 
We cannot awake him ! — if we could, how 
would his manly heart mourn far the sor- 
rows of his friends, and, for our sakes, he 
might wish to return among us. 

If not for ours, yet for the sake of those 
nearer and dearer objects of his affection, 
who being entwined around him, and gaz- 
ing on him with delight, and looking up to 
him with reverence, are fallen with him and 
are desolate. Once more to unbend himself 
in his darling home, to listen to the artless 
prattle of his little innocents, and to cheer 
the sight of his venerable father. 

Be not afflicted, excellent old man — thy 
griefs are thy country's. Our citizens clung 
around thee, and intercepted the arrow in- 



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tended for thy bosom — we have all thy sor- 
row, but none of thy consolations. Thou 
wast his father ! — Cornelia had not half 
the reason to boast of the Gracchi, that 
thou hast to praise thy son. We cannot 
restore him to thee — we cannot supply his 
place ; but all of us will be to thee as chil- 
dren. Be not afflicted, there are blessings 
in death. The Greeks thought those bless- 
ed who died young, the heathen world 
apotheosized the great, and our holy reli- 
gion cheers the dying Christian with the 
promise of eternal bliss. Nothing but a 
firm faith in that religion, and those pro- 
mises, could have enabled our friend to meet 
death as he did. His whole life was gov- 
erned by Christian humility, nor have we 
any reason to believe that ever his consci- 
ence reproved him twice. 

Where is he ? — where his etherial part ? 

— his soul ? Suppose, that on this day the 

earth should be annihilated, the heavens 

rent asunder, and the Son of God should 

appear to judge us for our deeds. Methinks 

I see my friend arise in white garments at 
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the Bar of Eternity-r-be is silent, but his 
actions plead for him — they only are ora- 
tors. The angels are his witnesses. May 
we not hope that the Judge of Heaven and 
of Earth will decide in his favor, and that 
Simons lives forever and is happy ? 

We survive to mourn him, and not him 
only ; but, as if there was not in the magni- 
tude of our affliction enough to excite and 
overwhelm our sensibilities, the same day, 
the same hour, the same moment, tore from 
us the kindred spirits of Simons and of 
RuTLEDGE. (d) Here is another and a fruitful 
source of tears. While memory fondly lin^ 
gers on the unfinished portrait of one de- 
parted friend, she is called away to retrace 
the faded beauties of another. It would 
do them wrong to separate the memorial of 
those, to whom the Almighty gave one heart, 
one existence^ one grave. Allied in princi- 
ple and in affection- — allied, also, in th«ir 
military carreer, they leaned upon each otheK 
like Nisus and Euryalus, with brotherly 
ardqur, and like them they died together^— ^ 
Heavea was kind to both) in a<s much as 



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it allowed not either to know the fate of his 
friend. It was cruel to them, because it 
denied to both the eulogy of either. 

• They were pleasant and lovely in their lives, and in their death they 
" were not divided. They were swifter than eagles— They Avere 
" stronger than lions. How are the mighty fallen ! and the weapons 
" of war perished." 

For myself, my friends, if you will bear 
with my private griefs at the death of these 
distinguished Orators and polished men, and 
able Statesmen — here would I speak of them 
for myself. 

They were my early guides and counsel- 
lors. I loved and followed them, " hand 
cBquis passibus,^^ I sailed under their convoy, 
bore their flag, and little did I think, that 
these two magnificent vessels would, in one 
miserable hour, founder on either side of 
me, and leave my little skiff surviving at 
the mercy of the winds and the waves. 



NOTES. 



(a) Our city is familiar with the early and uncommt)n ao 
quirements in Natural Science of the late Professor Chakles 
©EWAR SmoNS, of the College of South-Carolina : It will long 
cherish with fond regret the memory of his brother the Rev. 
James D. Simons, the pious and persuasive Rector of St. Philip's 
Church: And it does not require me to name the remaining 
object of this allusion, who happily still lives to achieve the 
triumphs of the Medical art, and in the death of his distinguished 
relatives to mourn over its defeat. 

(&) Mr. Edward Rutledge, (at his death, governor of this 
State) was distinguished by his early devotion to the cause of 
American Independence. He was one of the ablest Statesmen 
of Carolina, in that untried and perilous hour, when liberty was 
to be won, and to be secured through the jeopardies of civil 
war.— The powerful advocate of public rights in the Senate ; 
at the Bar he defended with equal ability, the rights of indivi- 
duals. He was gifted with a graceful and dignified exterior, 
and spoke with a soft and silver eloquence. 

(c) There was a humble youth, without family, fortune or 
favor, who broke through the shadows of obscurity, and by the 
Jight of his talents, virtues and industry, came to shine out upon 
us with a cheerful lustre. While some were picking pebbles on 
the sea-shore, and others gazing idly on the billows, he was 
climbing, unassisted, from cleft to cleft up the rocky precipice 
of renown, whose towering heights seemed to frown upon, but 



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could not intimidate him. He mastered them all, and his native 
State enjoyed the fruit and the honor of his labour : But, as he 
rose, unfortunately for us, he became more conspicuous — 
Born for a wider horizon, he was demanded for a larger sphere, 
and So. Carolina gave him to the wishes of the union, Avith pride 
and with reluctance. When Mr. Cheves was thus taken from 
his high judicial station among us, the eyes of the State instant- 
ly turned towards Keating Lewis Simons, as to a kindred mind 
and spirit, to wear his honored robes ; and the line of Virgil, 
occurred to every one — '* uno avuiso non deficit alter.'' They had 
been contemporary at the Bar, and in the Legislature, enjoy- 
ing equally the esteem of each other and of the public. Like 
Glaucus and Diomed, they were friendly even in their con- 
tests—each of them appearing anxious to yield the triumpji to 
his opponent. The youth of our city looked up to them both 
as models and instructors. Now, alas I they haVe lost thom 
■both. 5-:'[Lnoiii.-;;iig;,£:!: 

The absent may be eulogized as well as the 3ea^ ; Wt li; is 
not with any view to praise, but merely to give to a good ac- 
tion whatever little circuhtion this feeble memorial may afford 
it, that 1 relate one of the instances of the high-minded gene- 
rosity of Mr. Cheves, in his profession : — Having understood 
that a young member of the Bar was about to make his debut 
in an Insurance Case, on the opposite side to Mr. Cheves-^ 
that gentleman waited on him, and expressing much interest 
in his success, tendered to him his own notes, containing his 
arguments and authorities that he might, if possible, anticipate 
and reply to them — thus sweetly lending his own learning 
and labour to the youthful necessities of his friend. 

Anxious to mingle with the memorial of Mr. Simons the fra- 
grance of every virtue, I have thus endeavoured to unite the 
names of those, who were alike worthy of the affection, which 
each bore to the other, ^^^ 



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(d) General John Rotledge, commanding the 7th Brigade 
of South-Carolina Militia, died in Philadelphia on the 1st Sept. 
1819. Those who knew him, and he enjoyed a general ac- 
quaintance, and had many friends throughout the union, will not 
require this humble notice to remind them of his various talents 
and virtues. Those who knew him not, brief as it is, may yet 
learn from it, how much they have lost who were denied the 
happiness of his society, and lived not within the influence of 
his fascinating manners. His person attracted the attention, 
which his conversation never failed to reward. There was a 
manly dignity in his air, with which his mind and his heart 
accorded. He was brave and generous, and so exceedingly 
polished that he gave new charms to society, for which he was 
most happily designed. He studied the comfort of all within 
his sphere, and was fruitful in cheerful and consoling topics, so 
that he appeared to wish for every one what every one wished 
for himself. Blest with powers of keen observation, a strong 
memory, an expressive countenance and a winning elocution, 
all classes listened to him with delight — for he could adapt him- 
self with facility to them all. He was an Orator. Nature had 
fitted him for persuasion, and his senatorial efforts are incorpo- 
rated with those of B.ward, of Morris and of Ames, among the 
specimens and models of American eloquence. Such is a 
faint miniature of General Rutledge. Farewell gallant spirit ! 

" Thus have I soothed my griefs, and thus have paid, 
" Poor as it is, some offering to thy shade." 



